This is a song about "Your gay"

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Then some lady named billie holiday

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Oh, why do i live this way

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

So close i could give flip a play

Because what you spit is gay,

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Ruining your life just to pay for there gay ass program.

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Got problems, what? i can't say

Little gay-lookin boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix